Justine Triet’s film has more on its mind than the simple question of innocence or guilt.
As we re-enter the circuit of in-person film festivals, the peculiarities of the physical world feel just as alluring as the movies themselves.
Throughout, François Ozon assiduously avoids sensationalism, compiling the story with an almost journalistic sobriety.
The choice of low-grade, handheld digital images reduces the film to the clichés of revisionist literary filmmaking.
The film is methodically configured to snuff out an even marginal indulgence of its characters’ emotions.
Clément Cogitore understands that there’s nothing more frightening or darker than the human mind.
Romantics Anonymous is a typically anodyne rom-com given a certain poignant piquancy by the paralyzing shyness of its romantic leads.